I've discovered that Andy doesn't win until I lose faith and get pissy. Whenever I keep calm and try to keep faith he starts flirting with defeat and missing shots to the point that I lose faith and get a bit panicky, to utter frustration and bewilderment, before he suddenly breaks serve/wins the TB to seal the match.

Dark shadows sneaking across Centre, the July sun sinking low to the west. Tsonga - now then, he's pulled that forehand way wide, and he's at 0-30 as screams echo all around. Overhead away for 15-30. At the net... into the net! Two match points, two match points, deafening defeaning... DONE HIM! DONE HIM!

Bedlam - merry, ruddy bedlam. Murray goes cross-court, Murray goes to a place no British man has dared tread in 74 years. Hands to head, disbelieving, cacophony all around. Roof on Centre? It's just been taken off.

^ A bit OTT that but I expect there'll be plenty more of the same. I just hope Andy goes completely into his private bubble and stays there till Sunday, although I realise a trip to the practice courts will be necessary. Thank goodness he has such a great team to help him.